IAZ,P and myself started at the Brooklin ramp, much like I did for BILTrek2012 with Count Gregoire de Frontenac. I obviously missed the tide I wanted by about 3 hours and found the water at full low, which means I had to roll the boat all the way down the sand to the water. I guestimated to where the water would be when I was done packing, and when the boat was rigged and fully rigged, I realized I had guestimated wrong.
|Ready to go, and still 6 feet of water needed.|
With a setting sun, I muscled her back into the water screeching and moaning over the rocks the whole way.
I didn't really have a plan. Originally I thought I'd go south to the Deer Isle Thoroughfare and cherrypick a campsite down south. Unfortunately with wind and tide heaving northbound and after many minutes making marginal way I decided to go with the flow and head elsewhere.
I ended up skimming between two islands in water so shallow my throat seized with almost-panic but the shoal draftiness of the Goat Island Skiff saw me through. At one point I stepped out on a giant boulder and stood in 2" of water several hundred yards from any shore. I made good time on a nice reach and with a gentle tide. A few island circumnavigations later I landed, with the sun setting, on an isolated empty beach.... except for two kayaks! What in Poseidon!? Midweek? Remote northern Maine island!?
The next morning I arose with my two campmates who were totally awesome and paddling from Lubec to South Portland on a sort of VisionQuest (sound familiar!?). We had a rousing good time making conversation, eating, quenching thirsts, imagining the future. This is what the Maine Island Trail is about-- water, awesomeness, visionquesting, and friend making.
|Typical water-borne camping style mandates chaos|
|Breakfast with a view|
|Rarin' to go!|
|Three years of camp cruising and still looking good.|
|Cricket laden, heat baked, taiga type landscape|
|Long romantic beaches|
|Hog Island. If you don't stove out the bottom you're good.|
|Holy Giant Erratic! Notice IAZ,P in distance.|
I present, history!
Goat Island Skiff IAZ,P tied up at WoodenBoat. OH! The Awesomeness!
By the time he arrived we nixed Hog Island and went with nearby Sellers instead. It was a good choice.
|Tide's up in Brooklin and ready to go.|
|I'm ready to rock. Note new drysuit! (Cap'n Jon)|
|IAZ,P sailing south out of Brooklin. (Cap'n Jon)|
|This is what 10-15kts, G20 looks like.|
|Here's Cap'n Jon|
|IAZ,P and me with Acadia in the background. (Cap'n Jon)|
|Cap'n Jon plunging into the darkness beyond. Remember, 10-15G20.|
|So fed up with rowing, Cap'n Jon tests his new drysuit.|
...Which meant we weren't going anywhere. Cap'n Jon rowed out and then with a hint of a hint of a breeze, we raised sail and just chilled the screw out.
|Cap'n Jon ghosting along|
|The front slowly pushing eastbound with TWO HEARTED in the distance. Note rudder up for super light-air downwind performance. One reason out of many on why I loooooove the vertical Australian rudder cassette design.|
We ended up sailing to check out another island, and then the wind decided to pick up to it's promised 20kts, and it came on suddenly and with little warning. I had a monster plane (I was "moving with purpose" in the words of Cap'n Jon) in the wrong direction, and then it was a monster fight back to our chosen island of camping. But what's a day of sailing without something frustrating. Remember, if you're sailing and you don't have a moment of frustration at some point during the day, you're doing it wrong. We made it to our beach, rolled the boats up, and spent quite some time fiddling with how we were going to keep the stationary when the tide came up that night. We had a howling wind, rocks, and tide to deal with.
|Triumphant engineering pose after solving the close proximity anchoring situation.|
|Boat Starry Night.|
Note the rock ledge in the distance. Remember that.
We awoke to a howling NW wind.
A tent shaking, bone rattling, head scratching "how we going to get out of here", cold, toothy wind. Barreling straight into our makeshift harbor. Oh man...
But first, nature calls, stomach calls and campsite cleanup calls!
|Poop bucket. With a view. In the warm sun. Where you at at 7am? This can't be beat. (Cap'n Jon)|
|Then, some breakfast! Yes, those are my home grown eggs that I am soft-boiling (a mystery cooking method in the USA, I am finding) on day 4! Hmm Hmmm hot tea.|
|Boat check? Boats are still there! PHEW (Cap'n Jon)|
|Time to clean up camp. A little more order than usual this morning, it seems.|
The sail to Brooklin was half downwind, and then upwind as we worked our way back to the Eggemoggin Reach. It was here were TWO HEARTED really shone. Except for rowing, the GIS is usually slightly faster than the Pheonix III, except in certain situations. With very lumpy seas coming out of the Egg Reach, close hauled, she shouldered in and literally just left me behind. Now, IAZ,P did quite well in the lumpiness for a flat-bottomed boat, but close hauled with confused large lumpy rolling seas have always been her low point. The flat-bottom-healed-over to make a "V" doesn't work as well since the waves are of a chaotic motion and there is a fixed percentage rate of waves that slap the hull in some flat area, knocking her about. Mr. Parker of "The Sharpie Book" fame distinctly talks about this phenomenon in a recent WoodenBoat article. The rounded lapstrake bilge of TWO HEARTED really stood out in these conditions. Cap'n Jon waited on me for the rest of the day, which pleased him to no end.
|WoodenBoat anchorage (Cap'n Jon)|
|Me and IAZ,P leaving the WoodenBoat beach where stopped to do some backslapping. 2nd reef. (Cap'n Jon)|
|IAZ,P rolling downwind to the cars.|
|On the beach at Brooklin. I love screaming over that bar with 2" of water. IAZ,P floats on moisture.|
|Narcissus returns to boat ramp. This is what a hero looks like- awesome. |
Note how heroes let others do the dirty work.
What other adventures await this Dynamic Duo of Destiny?!